The Christmas tree issue.

Okay, so for the last couple of days I have been trying to figure out how to write this down, so that I don’t look completely stupid and superficial, but there is no way around it. I am. So here it goes…

I HATED the tree that my wonderful husband brought home. He took time off of work, ventured out in sub freezing temperatures, had some  nice man hold up every tree in the lot, strapped it to the top of the van, brought it home, put it in the stand, all to please me. And, it was the ugliest, most lopsided, pathetic excuse for a Christmas tree we have ever had. Last year, I entrusted this task to Steve, and he brought home the best tree ever, so I figured it would go the same this time around. Last year was a fluke.

I tried to be positive as I hung the lights, and the kids hung the ornaments, but inside I was seething. Most of our ornaments were too heavy for the pathetic little fir, and they continually fell off. Not to mention Micah knocking it down. It never was quite straight after that. Every time I walked past said tree I was disgusted all over again.

So, Sunday night, Steve tells me he will take down the poor excuse, and put up our fake one. I say no. The fake tree we have is WAY too big. There is no way it will fit in our living room. He assures me that it is not as big as I remember, and if we just move the couch over a foot or so, it will look really nice. I concede, and watch as my husband drags the real tree outside, and spends over an hour assembling the fake one.

I was right. The tree is HUGE. It looks kind of like the one the Griswold’s had. But, after I stayed up until 12:30am redecorating the entire thing, I think to myself, it looks pretty good. Now when I walk by it, I don’t cringe. You can actually see all the ornaments, and I am no longer afraid it will fall on unsuspecting children.

That was until this morning. I was curled up on the couch admiring my tree all lit up in the dark, waiting for the kids to get ready for school. And then, it happened.  As I looked on, two rows of lights, right in the middle of the tree, flickered, and then went out.

I can’t win.

Somewhere outside, crouched in the corner of the deck, I heard the little fir laughing.

So, my penance consists of setting up the little fir outside on the deck. The kids and I will string popcorn, and cranberries, put some peanut-butter on rice cakes, and give that little fir to the birds.

Sorry little tree. I am sure you looked good on the lot.